School House Rumble, Part 1: Arcadia, school of Old

[Cleric of Hell's Brigade]

The group of people were standing in awkawrd silence amidst the rain and wind. They had been standing on the pier for over an hour now, and still the boat hadn't shown up yet.



No one talked to one another, as per what the letter of acceptance had intructed. Once on the boat, however, and the letter said that the restriction would come off.



Finally, after another few minutes, the large boat appeared and docked. At the helm was a grizzled old man, 6'0 feet tall with a scruffy white beard and a cigar in mouth.


"Ye be the new students, aye? Climb aboard then, and be quick abouts it. Bad weather this is, and I wants to be back at Arcadia fore long. Also, if ye wonder why you can understand me, it's because I be a mage, and me boat has a communications spell on it, just like all of Arcadia. That way, ye can speak with one another and comprehend what be said. Now then, haul yer asses up here so that we can set off."

[Silver Knight]

Kekowa picked up his gym bag, Not much in it, change of clothes, tolitries, All he wanted was to start training at this school.

He thought about those he left behind, his followers, His city he worked so hard to change, his homeland.

But he assured himself that if this place could make him into the greatest fighter in the world, he could repay it back ten fold.

OOC: Ha My charecter got first post!

[Yun Lao]

Originally Posted by Cleric of Hell's Brigade

The group of people were standing in awkawrd silence amidst the rain and wind. They had been standing on the pier for over an hour now, and still the boat hadn't shown up yet.



No one talked to one another, as per what the letter of acceptance had intructed. Once on the boat, however, and the letter said that the restriction would come off.



Finally, after another few minutes, the large boat appeared and docked. At the helm was a grizzled old man, 6'0 feet tall with a scruffy white beard and a cigar in mouth.


"Ye be the new students, aye? Climb aboard then, and be quick abouts it. Bad weather this is, and I wants to be back at Arcadia fore long. Also, if ye wonder why you can understand me, it's because I be a mage, and me boat has a communications spell on it, just like all of Arcadia. That way, ye can speak with one another and comprehend what be said. Now then, haul yer asses up here so that we can set off."

One would have been miserable to stand there for so long. His gun-steel blue cheongsam was soaked and now plastered against his body, his glasses were near impossible to look through with the droplets that covered each side, and each gust of wind seemed to cut to the bone with shill, but he didn't seem too uncomfortable.

Once on board, his attitude lackened a change, though now he seemed to occupy his time glancing at the others; now doubt sizing up his fellow students.

[Guy1]

Originally Posted by Cleric of Hell's Brigade

The group of people were standing in awkawrd silence amidst the rain and wind. They had been standing on the pier for over an hour now, and still the boat hadn't shown up yet.



No one talked to one another, as per what the letter of acceptance had intructed. Once on the boat, however, and the letter said that the restriction would come off.



Finally, after another few minutes, the large boat appeared and docked. At the helm was a grizzled old man, 6'0 feet tall with a scruffy white beard and a cigar in mouth.


"Ye be the new students, aye? Climb aboard then, and be quick abouts it. Bad weather this is, and I wants to be back at Arcadia fore long. Also, if ye wonder why you can understand me, it's because I be a mage, and me boat has a communications spell on it, just like all of Arcadia. That way, ye can speak with one another and comprehend what be said. Now then, haul yer asses up here so that we can set off."

Whinsky jumped onto the boat. "Sweeeettttt. Man, I can't wait for this! I've even come up with new poses for when I get there, this is going to be so cool I just know it! I wonder if I packed everything right? What am I saying of course I did truth be told though maybe I should have had a little less sugar but I don't care because this is going to be awesome!" She ranted to herself.

[Corey Dreher]

Ramon looked around quietly at the line of fighters that stood beside him. Watching one already board the ship, Ramon grabbed his bags, which only contained his favorite book, The Giver, a set of rings, entwined around each other to keep him occupied, and sets of books containing Latin, Runes, Hieroglyphs, Scandinavian, and Kanji. Slinging it over his back all slick like, he flicked his nose clean, and strutted towards the boat, head held high, waiting to begin his journey of mass proportions.

[Chou Blaster]

: The large, white giant in a dark school uniform stood over and looked around. His main attention was on the females. Then he focused and stepped onboard.:

:With him was a large sack held by two fingers as he stepped onboard, so far did no tlike this.. One bit, but not out of fear, just he felt he needed more time.:


So this is where I am to find my destiny? Shit, I had better things to do than this.

:As he then thought of his lessons back home, and his own quest. To achieve his own form of enlightenment.:

What the Hell this may turn out to be fun.

:As he stood up, the wicked winds of the weather did not bother him, as he looks on to the sky. He in a act of deviance rise shis right arm, a sthe widns blow againist it, yet his arm did not yield. He the shuts his green eyes an dlsitens to the surrondings and the others should he be asked.:

:Besides, his back did not have anything valuable.:

[Cleric of Hell's Brigade]

OT: Remember, feel free to talk with each other. I'm going to try to give you all as much freedom as possible when I'm not available, that way the story can go on.


Be warned however, no fighting is allowed while I'm gone.

[Chou Blaster]

Originally Posted by Cleric of Hell's Brigade

OT: Remember, feel free to talk with each other. I'm going to try to give you all as much freedom as possible when I'm not available, that way the story can go on.


Be warned however, no fighting is allowed while I'm gone.

Will speka when spoken too, that and when othe rpeople have bene itnroduced.

[GrampaGen]

"Finally! Mein Gottin, it's freezing!"

Natalie's wide felt hat was soaked through, immediately losing its form and flopping over over her face, letting the rain in on her hair. Worse still was the way it stuck the onepiece dress to her body; it was like being dressed in a sponge with a wet towel thrown overhead for good measure.

"I mean, it was sunny earlier today..."

The mention of fellow mages, however, was comforting. The great helmsman that had greeted him was, as mages tend to be, deceiving in appearance, for inside him brimmed a luminous astral presence.

Then her mind flew back to her body, shivering, soaked.

"Augh, I need to sit down" she muttered as she bolted on board.

[Chrosis]

Peter Schmidt, slowly walked forward. He was silent, his ripped and shredded umbrella doing little to shield him from the rain, his glasses covered in large water droplets. He had made sure to keep his guitar strings as dry as possible, but even that had proved nearly impossible.

Making sure he had his belongings, all six of them, he continued to walk with the group, his thoughts only of how he would reach Lost Vegas, and how he would once again inevitably combat Death and the "Will of Heavy Metal".

[FalconX2000]

Xellos stood back, smiling in his soaked hair and clothes. Aversion to getting wet for the sake of remaining dry was a useless instinct. He could have bought an umbrella, but that would have made him stand out, which was undesirable at this stage.

His keen eyes observed how each student boarded the boat. Such little tells would show character. The long wait helped to show who had patience, but this first step towards an uncertain future could show much more. The bold, the timid, the naive, the confident. What lay in the back of their minds would show here.

He would be the last to board. There was no rush. Knowledge now would be power later.

[Yun Lao]

Glancing heavenward, blinking through the descending droplets, the former Shaolin monk gave a sigh. "...hope this trip doesn't take any longer..." He said beneath his breath. Wei Levi didn't carry much, for he didn't own much. A small sack containing any additional clothing and his books were tied down on the spade side of his Monk's spade that he kept behind his back by one hand to keep the staff weapon from growing cumbersome.

[Miburohunter929]

Dean was annoyed. Although he liked the rain, watching it and even walking in it, on occassion, to help him focus, he did not enjoy just standing around as the elements had their way with him.

Sure, he was one of the last students to arrive, due to his horrible sense of time, but that didnt make his annoyance any lest justified. The fact that he had arrived a mere two minutes before the boat did, was besides the point to him. Although he hadnt been on the pier as long as the other students, all of the students were equally soaked from the rain, himself included.

The Rain had soaked his clothing to the point that it had became heavy, and hung off him, making his shirt look longer than it actually was. He felt his pants, drenched with water to the point his underwear had began to became soaked themselves. His socks, much to his annoyance, had suffered the same fate as his underwear.

He considered cursing outloud, but none of the other students said a word about the conditions, and It would be a cold day in hell before he was the one to admit weakness. He'd just consider it an annoying part of his training.

After spending several minutes contemplating his woe at being forced to endure such conditions, he realized that most of the other students were already aboard the boat.

He quickly slung his backpack across his shoulder, composed himself, and with a smug grin,walked aboard the boat, as with as much confidence as a man could possess.

[Chou Blaster]

Originally Posted by GrampaGen

"Finally! Mein Gottin, it's freezing!"

Natalie's wide felt hat was soaked through, immediately losing its form and flopping over over her face, letting the rain in on her hair. Worse still was the way it stuck the onepiece dress to her body; it was like being dressed in a sponge with a wet towel thrown overhead for good measure.

"I mean, it was sunny earlier today..."

The mention of fellow mages, however, was comforting. The great helmsman that had greeted him was, as mages tend to be, deceiving in appearance, for inside him brimmed a luminous astral presence.

Then her mind flew back to her body, shivering, soaked.

"Augh, I need to sit down" she muttered as she bolted on board.

:Soon enough heard the German mage and decided to stop what he was doing and opened his eyes. Green eye slooknig on to her, and he walked over to her. The six foot, eight inch tall white giant then sat next to her and spoke.: "Are you alright? If you like I can help."

:With that he opened up his travelnig back and got her spongey hat off, and put one of his good shirts on her hair, akin to a dry towel.:

" Got something for your hair atleast." :Handing her the wet hat.:

:He then was curious for he rname, but it was a weakness, he was the giving type. In a literal sense.:

[Silver Knight]

Kekowa made his way towards the nearest bench and sat with his leggs crossed indian style. He relaxed his hands in anticipation to meditate.

But before he would he observed as each of his fellow "students" came into the boat after him. Watching their mannerisims, The way they carry their bodies, what they brought, that would reveal all he needed to know. Cruel, callious, devoted, dedicated, selfish, overly friendly.

Kekowa would inquire more when they all got on board.